This is a song about "Car crews"

I'm a fucking rap star

Jokes on you i don't have a car

You get close but no cigar

Where there is no rules car

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

Who smokin in my car?

And could i be a star

That gal want me ride har

No i can't drive a car

Hope my city is not too far

My daddy need a new car